Jessica’s POV
My car dies on a stretch of highway that Google Maps had no business sending me down.
My phone is at two percent.
The only building for a mile in any direction is a bar with a parking lot full of motorcycles and a neon sign buzzing WOLVES DEN in red.
I've had the kind of week that makes a woman want to end herself.
My boyfriend of two years dumped me through text on Monday. My boss gave my promotion to a girl who's been there six months.
I've been wearing the same rotation of three outfits and drinking wine alone in my apartment.
Tonight, I put on a short dress and no panties because I wanted to feel something other than pathetic. I wanted to feel the wind in my hair in my p***y. Now, my car has decided to die on me.
The universe has a sick sense of humor.
I walk tow
